Welcome to Bill's sound clips.     

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Bill.

Welcome.rm

Guten_Tag.rm                               Ein Gru� f�r meine deutschen Bekannteren.

notendamood.rm                            Peter making fun of the way I talk, and his unmistakable laugh.

Moontears_alantis.rm                    Moontears recorded at the "Shifting Sands" in 1977. Richard wails with a                                                           guitar lead.

party_freedom.rm                           Recorded at Peter's house on 56th in 1977. A small piece of a jam that                                                       lasted about 30 minutes. We would just play, 100% improvisation.                                                       Sometimes it turned out good, sometimes it didn't. When it did, it was a                                                       great feeling. We called this "Party Freedom" because it was at a party, and                                                       it was free form. Thirty minutes in our lives which we gave a name. We                                                       were rather strange teenagers.

flo_fred.rm                                     My pets run for their lives as we practice for the High School talent show in                                                        my parents living room.

robbo_jam.rm                                "Robbo" applauds our jam session.

my_a__.rm                                     Recorded on the "Sealand Resource" in 1980. A bunch of drunk seaman                                                        with nothing better to do than to make a song about the cook's medical                                                        condition and how he was always complaining about it.

                                                      Below are some clips that I have been working on over the past few years. I                                                        used computers to generate everything except the guitar parts, which I                                                        played myself.

algeciras_intro.rm                           Part of the intro to a piece that I have been composing for 25 years. My                                                        original intention was to write a song that started like a light summer breeze                                                        and ended like a thermo-nuclear detonation, all done in a Flamenco syle,                                                        (Yes, I know this has already been done e.g. Bolero, but I wanted an                                                         electrified, guitar oriented version). I never plan to finish it, that just isn't the                                                         point. It's sort of like a life's theme, (I can hear Peter laughing from here.) I                                                         named it after a small town in Spain, right next Gibraltar.

algeciras_middle.rm                          

algeciras_detonation.rm                   The final few bars of Algeciras.

the_pants.rm                                   A few bars of a song I wrote to vent some anger that had built up. It                                                         worked.

eternal_dawn.rm                             One thing that I always wanted to do is to simulate some of the natural                                                         beauty that I saw at sea in music. This is a clip of an eleven minute piece                                                         that I wrote as a musical simulation of a sunrise at sea.

mb_blues.rm                                   I wrote this back in 1991 as an ode to a certain well-known figure who                                                         had been arrested for cocaine use. The lyrics I took straight form the                                                         headlines.

bags_o_meat.rm                             The last few bars of a song I wrote about a really bad cook we had on                                                         one of the tugs. His specialty was cold-cut platters, which I                                                         termed, "Bags-O-Meat".

                                                     The next clips were recorded by Dad on on old 78rpm phonograph in 1956.

dad_careless_hands.rm

dad_almost_tomorrow.rm

dad_ibelieve.rm

dad_bless_keep.rm

dad_auld_lang_syne.rm

dad_old_rugged_cross.rm              Dad and my uncle Calvin harmonizing on one of their favorite Hymns. You                                                        can hear my sister crying in the background.